Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.